My son turned three this week. Its the first birthday that he’s understand enough to get excited about it. And he sure was excited. He had expectations about what a birthday entailed and one of those things was cake. A cake with Lightning McQueen on it.
In a year where covid has taken away so many little flourishes I figured the least thing I could to was make him a cake. Im also a child of the women’s weekly birthday cake book, with photos from my own birthdays and the cakes that went with them firmly imprinted in my memory.
It was a workday and I didn’t have a whole lot of time on my hands for cake decorating so I went with a can’t go wrong packet mix. Only it did go wrong.
The cake part was fine, but the icing went…weird. It separated but in a really strange way which made it really grainy. By this time it was late in the day. I had no ingredients to remake icing. I could go to the shops but it would be annoying and add stress to the day.
Then I remembered who my customer was. A three year old who had no expectations of what a cake should be other than a candle and Lightning McQueen. That was still achievable.
I slathered the cake with rough as guts icing, complete with bumpy race track. I positioned a few cars and done. Ugly but met the requirements.
And the three year old was thrilled.